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		<description>The original writings of author Natalie</description>
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			<title>Maladroit</title>
			<description>He cannot shake this choking feeling. Telling Brian Fonda he needs the data for first quarter should be an easy task, but not for John. He awkwardly shuffles over to Brian&amp;rsquo;s cubicle and knocks softly, nearly inaudibly, on his cubical wall. Brian, used to John&amp;rsquo;s painfully self-conscious b..</description>
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			<title>Trapped (The Fire)</title>
			<description>I wake to the smell of smoke and a crackling sound. The looming sound surrounds me and threatens to destroy me. The red and orange engulfs the walls and casts a glow on the rest of the hot room. Sweat pours out of my pores, both from the heat and my terror as I observe my surroundings. Fire blocks t..</description>
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			<title>The Great Twitch</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote after reading All The Kings Men in English class. Its a reference to the Great Twitch and the spider web that Warren talks about in his novel. 
(Also Warren is a fantastic writer)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordstomusic/661814/</link>
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			<title>The Stick and the Rock</title>
			<description>A fable about a stick, a rock, and a cliff.</description>
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			<title>The Prison (Trapped)</title>
			<description>I am trapped. The prison walls of my bedroom threaten to crush me. My broken leg lies propped up on a pillow, my shackle that keeps me contained. Bed rest could not end sooner. My mom refuses to let me go to school for a couple of days while I get accustomed to a full leg cast. I will gladly tak..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordstomusic/661807/</link>
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			<title>The Runner</title>
			<description>The imagined smellof coffee and the anticipation of my alarm about to ring wake me. I lie stillfor a moment, and then roll over to look at my bedside clock that reads 5:08AM,twenty-two minutes before it will sound. Lying in bed for a moment longer, I willmyself to sleep but sleep does no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordstomusic/661669/</link>
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			<title>Addict</title>
			<description>They tell me I&amp;rsquo;m notold enoughBut I know that&amp;rsquo;s nottrue.They say I need towait,But I&amp;rsquo;m tired of it.I&amp;rsquo;m through!&amp;nbsp;I want to make my owndecisions.I want to feelcontrol.But when I think thatI am free,I find I&amp;rsquo;m in a hole...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordstomusic/661658/</link>
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			<title>The Gesture</title>
			<description>A symbol, a gestureWhat can it mean?&amp;nbsp;A call used to lureOr a sarcastic goodbye?A motion, a signalTo call one&amp;rsquo;s attention,To avoid conversation,Or start a friendship?&amp;nbsp;A brush of a handOr flick of a fingerCould say yes or noOr nothing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordstomusic/661656/</link>
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			<title>Inertia of Society</title>
			<description>Inertiaof SocietyInertiaof societyDoesnot allow equality.Thesystem of dishonestySuppressesone&amp;rsquo;s identity.Sowhere is the moralityThatthus permits prosperity?Thetruth allows for clarityAndlove for life&amp;rsquo;s longevity.Buttruth is quit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordstomusic/661655/</link>
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			<title>Requiem for a War</title>
			<description>Requiem for aWar&amp;nbsp;I cannot hear asound,So I do not sense theschemesBeneath the silentground.All appears calm.I sense no danger.Then it happens.Could it be a signal?A hint of what willcome?Tensions grow andgrowTill someone pullsthe tri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordstomusic/661654/</link>
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